It's a difficult path that we tread, us Indie self-publishers, but we're not alone. How many bands practicing in their dads garage have heard of a group from the neighbourhood who got signed by a recording company? Or how many artists who love to paint, but are not really getting anywhere with it hear of someone they went to art school with being offered an exhibition in a gallery? How many chefs who love to get creative around food hear of someone else whos just landed a job with Marco Pierre White? Theres no difference between us and them. There is, however, a huge difference in how everyone else perceives the writer. And theres a huge difference between all of us the writers, the musicians, the composers, the chefs, the dance choreographers and to a certain extent the tradesmen - and the rest of society in that no one understands us. Its a wretched dream to hope that our creativity gets recognised while our family thinks were wasting our time when the lawn needs mowing, the deck needs painting and the bedroom needs decorating. Its acceptable to go into the garage to tinker about with a motorbike, but its a waste of a good Sunday afternoon if you go into the garage and practice your guitar, or sit in your study attempting to capture words that have been floating around your brain forever.